So wonderfully cruel has been my wilderness experienceThat I’d love to wander this path foreverTo get totally lost in the faithful assurance,“I will be found”

Found in service to God through othersLiberated, empowered, fulfilledRefreshed and ready, fortified to take to the journey again and again

Alone

The Power of Art by Steve Anderson

Art can make you feel so much,When you were just feeling nothing.Art can express beauty,But more importantly, it can express anything.

Everyone's mind has it's own language,Art is a universal translation.People work hard to make the translation more accurate,But often the inaccuracies are a better communication.

Art has a satisfaction matched by none other.You often achieve great things you never tried to do.Lying is such an offense in life,But art doesn't have to be true.

Art appeals to the senses,Giving a clear entrance to the heart.And few things excite the heart Like the ambiguous nature of art.

Just One by Joe Dimino

Just one, little drop.Who could define itDifferent from all the rain?Yet, one little drop in the grayNot quite as plain;

One leaf, out of allThe color-Flamboyant of the trees,This one, little leafFluttered differentlyNow inThe autumn breeze

And a fluffy, little cloud overheadKnew herself not quite the same;While the others, for the storms taking blame,Her oasis of shade, thought she,Was forThe thirsty made

And one manOut of all thoseBefore Him rejecting the Christ,Did not wait to be asked twice-One soul hung on crossSoAllUs LostCouldSee

Oh Greece How Wonderful Are You! by Mejame Ejede Charley

Oh Greece, I'm often lost in wonderAs a classicist I learn You produced the greatest sculptorsYou produced the greatest architects and philosophersThat the world has ever knownEven today there are none to equal youHow was this possible?

Your sages instituted holidaysThe purest and most beautiful girlsDanced through the streetsClothed in a single transparent veilYour men watching them were lost in wonderAnd admiration at their grace and beautyThey were lost in awe at the subtlety of their movementsAnd gestures; this wonder, this energy built upWithin your people and surged up to their brainAnd manifested itself laterIn the form of wonderful creations

Nay the people of the postmodernistsKnow only pornography, sex, inordinate desireDrunkenness, debauchery and everything subterranean.And their art is only its result.